Cause darling you were born here
You were raised to grow like the wheat
Golden brown
The tips of your hair and teeth
Tell me if I over step my boundaries
I've been walking too far
Cause baby you were conceived here
Bred to be strong like the roots
Supporting the tree
The bending of your bones
Never weak
Tell me if I cross the line
They are painted red and white
Oh the stripes the stripes
Cause honey they tell you whom you are
Right below the blanket of Earth
Left are the stars
Background of blue
Cause darling you were born here
So America is you
Bred to be strong like the roots
Supporting the tree
Cause sweet pea you were forced here
Grabbed from the confines
Of mothers loving cave
Forgive me if I trip over my feet
I was pushed into being brave
Given a number
Lost my name
The bending of my bones
Never leak
Stitched are the wounds
Internal bleeding
Bled red white and blue
Cause darling we were born here
So America is we
We were launched in wars
With the purpose to maintain our free
So America is we
Yes you
Yes me
Tell me if I over step my boundaries
I've been walking to far
The ugliness of this world
Won't leave us scars
No our beauty shall never be marred

scouting for talent in the streets
(for the next Michael Jackson or Pavarotti
or anyone who can make me money)
I spotted there in the streets of Melbourne
a bloodhound and a puppy, each with a violin
and each playing –
the puppy a natural, the bloodhound indistinct

I spread out on the floor
the talent contract for a team
and the bloodhound signed with a grin;
but just as the puppy lifted its paw
another dog came running, picked up the puppy
and ran off with the speed of lightning

“****! What’s that about?”
I asked the bloodhound

“Oh,” said the bloodhound sheepishly
*“That’s his mum, my wife – she doesn’t want
him to be a musician like me…
she’d rather he grows up to be a doctor!”

the cigarette smell her breath emits
disturbs the delicate orchid,
it refuses her fragrance
using inhibitors,
as a retaliatory
measure.

I can't remember the last time i had a real smile.
I lost it somewhere back in 2007.
It hitched a ride on the back of someone's fist and was gone for good,
ran out on me, like a linebacker for the pro's.
I have a smile, i made.
I found some superglue, and some matchsticks, and held it together with my eyes.
I used it to describe the way i wanted people to see me.
It was like a stretched piece of gauze,
because the original scars still cracked through,
and i didn't want people to see,
the real me.
I carry this smile with me everywhere i go,
It's only for public use,
at other times, i hide it away in the kitchen drawer,
with the bills, and important letters,
that i will deal with,
one day.
I sometimes wonder what happened to that smile.
Is it coming  back?
Is it taking a holiday?
Is it teaching me a lesson?
Is it fighting through the hard times to get to me, desperately?
Is it waiting until it is, well deserved?
But still, i guess, i will keep the glue,
as this one seems to be working,
and no-one seems to notice,
the difference.
And i appreciate that its not easy to be a faker,
but at least when you get so good,
you don't really remember who you really are.
And that's really ok,
because no-one needs to find that out anyways,
when you become what you believe,
and find it really does come true.

The decedent was in perfect health
As all our tox screens show.
No visible wounds,
No blunt force trauma,
Believe me, We would know.
A “Dear John” letter
Found near the corpse
revealed that she would go.
The coroner ruled
that loss of Love
had proved the fatal blow.